Your eyes tell me secrets
That words wouldn't dare
They speak like a whisper
A hope, or a prayer.
Like rain in the desert
A light in the dark
A vision that sees me
A splash with a spark.
Your eyes sing me love songs
That no one can hear
They try like a promise
A smile, or a tear.
Like ice that can melt me
A fire that cools
A sweet dream that wakes me
The last broken rule.
Your eyes give me stories
And poems to write
The moon in the morning
And the sun, out at night.
Caren E. Salas
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